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"The Walk"
It all started in a time I do not remember
I believe there was a darkness then light was forced in
A voice spoken or uttered but not understood
Only a new language not known so far but accepted
Then the cords of life severed and tied separate
Left to sustain on my own but not alone
A new path to follow and the destination unknown
Sometimes crawled, walked and even ran or carried
As time passed my eyes would be opened
In many times and many ways
Happiness and hatred
Life and death
Good and evil
Man and woman
Each so real like a play of words brought to life
All real but some imagined
Nothing true or concrete just a direction to be followed
Paths to venture like here and there
Each different than the first and changed when retraced
Lessons in words, writings and experiences
Sometimes at a different pace each a new level
Sometimes even traveled again to make sure understood and believed
There is an end but not in sight
There is a beginning But not always fully remembered
Blind to some, pained by others but loved and hated by all
Sometimes I have to stop and glance over my shoulder
A reminder of where I have been and where I am going
Only remembering never wanting to regret
On I walk one town, one city, one country, one world
Forest, society, family, friends, faith, and life altogether
I will walk till I can't I believe then I will be carried
Never a true final rest will I have cause I have been promised eternal
life
Each step I will have to take of the walk.
By: Mark Ickes 8/27/2009
In Our Yard
In our yard you may see
All the wonders the goddess will bring
A snake in the pond by moon light
A butterfliy's wing in mid flight
A lizard sunning on a piece of slate
A red cardinal and his mate
Happy cats sleep and play
A silly dog gets in the way
Healthy trees and herbs are on display
In our yard the goddess will stay
White Stag
A Simple Blessing
Open the Door, Into your Mind,
Peace and Love is what You should Find.
If you do
not, Don't Blame Me!
Look Into to the Mirror, And You'll find the Key.
The Dragon, It has Three Heads you'll see,
Each
one desinged, to Kill You or Me.
One for the Spirit, One for the Mind,
And One for the Flesh it will Find!
Some Day's are Good, and Some are Fair.
They are All Blessing's, If you Just Have A
Care.
Some Spirit's are Bad, and Some are Good.
It's Your Free Will, That's Understood!
In the Beginning, as in every Start.
To "Harm Nothing" The Rule of Heart.
In Your
Own Heart, you'll find the Key,
So Open the Door, and Let Yourself Free....
A Simple Blessing.........
From JimmySnowDog
From our lovely friend Lucinda
Freedom Carnate
For the longest time
When daffodils would wash up on the shore
I would sneak and peak around corners
Hiding
my scales
Tiptoeing to wind chimes in the background
Of the sunlight
I remember the moment the safety glass broke
With
a slap
As I watched the pieces of my shell
Shatter and rain upon the ground
Fists rising in resolution
The first
breech of cower to sport
The beginning of forever after
I can't honestly say
I have always chosen
But paths
have definitely chosen my feet
And always through the hell
I feel held in cupped hands
Breezes kissing my face
And
pondering my maker
And the many She may be
Subtle and quiet as the morning drizzling rain
Thundering and roaring
as the stormy night
The beauty of Her mystery
And then revealing
He always to shine
In the seed and daylight
And
freedom, sweet freedom
To my scales hasten
The glisten
Of the sun and the moon
And to never be bound again
By
others' gloom
Scattered
a black eye spots pieces of sky
blue and fluffy white
fragmented upon
pavement streets
glittering like so many dreams
treasures from a far
a closer look
revealing them broken and
splintered
one hundred black eyes now peer in fascination
pouring shadows over reflections ever changing
sharp
and gleaming
crackling, breaking, under heavy tread
too fierce and penetrating
for the tiptoeing
a thousand
black eyes ascend
no memories to unfold
elusive evidence asunder
apathetic croaking cackle to a murder
broken
mirror broken mirror
Yawning in a Yearning...........
butterfly wing eyelash fluttering open the eye of spring
on a maiden whose
soft quickening sigh the breeze
whispering foretellings weaving through the budding of trees
a kiss brushed lightly
from a horned young king crowned victorious in rays of light
spark embers from the pitch of winter lips
and hurls them
sprouting pheonix wings spreading to douse the rule of night
signals to the fair and ancient ones yawning in the dawn a
yearning
to harken all that is intertwined for the seasons turnings
the tides of time on the spiral sun dial strike
the hour
for transformation from what has passed now springs life a new
through hazy moss and rain scented mushroom
bursts
a gray mist fades to dappling rainbow hue
My Wizard
You weave your magick gracefully.
Around my soul, my heart, my very breath.
As soft and silken as your voice in my ear.
You move through my heart.
As silent as death, you lay claim to it, it’s yours.
Your spell is strong, bewitching one.
Resistance is merely a game, but I will play.
Light your candles, cast your spells, as I will mine,
And time will tell what I already know…
White Swan 12-2-04
My Promise
Come inside my circle, I welcome you both.
It is always open, never closed.
I will not harm you in any way, yes you can believe the things I say.
I am open to you my heart and soul, on display for you to behold.
Look once, twice, thrice I say, I will be the same from day to day.
I offer you love, kindness all that is good.
I will nurture and comfort you as much as you need.
And in my soul’s garden, I will plant you a seed.
To grow you some trust and allow you feel.
Watch over you while you rest ever vigilant keep you from harm.
Your love is safe with me, cherished and warm.
White Swan 7-9-05
A Little Spell of My Own
When you sleep,
I will appear.
In your dreams,
I will be near.
When you awaken,
I will be gone.
A wisp of memory…
To linger on.
Little reminders are everywhere.
When you reach for me,
I will not be there.
My soul will hunger…
And so will yours.
It’s up to you…
Do you hunger for more?
White Swan 2-14-05
The Mystical Magickal Moon
The Magickal, Mystical, Wonderful Moon
Lights the night sky with a silvery boon
The subject of legend, The scorn of the church
She watches the earth from her heavenly perch
And bathing us all with her beauty and grace
She bekons us forward into her embrace
For we are her children, Yes she rules the tides
That flow through our bodies and swell and subside
Giving courage to lovers, And quickening the heart
And ruling emotions of various sorts
With whispers of magick and all it involves
Bringing personal puzzles and riddles to solve
For she is the maiden our mother the crone
With her joy care and comfort we are never alone
And with every lunation that comes and that goes
Our love for the moon only surges and grows
Dorothy Morrison
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